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I don't like writing about the same thing everyday.
I don't like reading about the same topics everyday.
Stay tuned for some 'different' perspectives on my strange worldview.
Figging: (Definition): inserting a piece of raw, peeled ginger into the anus, historically used for torture. This practice is now a method of corporal punishment in BDSM, a popular fetish, and has been altered to also include insertion into the vagina and urethra.
Was there a time before lockdown when you had to give up something that you really loved for an extended period of time? I’m sure we’ve all tried some sort of restriction at some point or another, whether that be restricting sugar for a diet, restricting sleep because you’re studying for a critical exam, refraining from alcohol for a week…
(Free background photo from canva.com) Back in 2018, I was new to polyamory and BDSM as a lifestyle, not having fully experienced either in their entirety. Being the black sheep of the family, the rebellious kind who liked to know that she was intrinsically different from everyone else, I was drawn to these alternative lifestyles quite naturally. I then met a very handsome older man who stole my heart.
Well my friends, it is May 12, 2020 and the lockdown is still in place where I live in Canada. That means that we are still required to stay at home unless absolutely necessary - which is more than fair.
"Accept that you deserve more / than painful love / life is moving / the healthiest thing / for your heart is / to move with it" (Rupi Kaur )
Thinking of trying keto? Scared of what your first week might look like as your body adjusts to the changes of diet? Well I'm here to at least share some of my personal experiences with you in hopes of easing some anxiety about starting the new regimen. Because why not, and maybe someone'll benefit from some helpful little tricks I've picked up!
I must have been in here for at least eight hours by now. I lay flat on my stomach in Master’s cage, feeling the cool wood underneath my naked body. With my hands folded, I rest my head on them, turning my neck to look to the left. Nothing’s there, the room’s completely black still – Master had even blacked out the only window in the room. I manage to see small outlines of different shapes and the outline of the window itself, but other that that, I’m just a fuck toy stuck in His cage for His use.
Welcome to quarantine season. Compliance is high, everyone's stuck in side, there's a shortage of toilet paper, and everyone's forced to spend time with themsevles!